Desperation.

My eyes are closing.
i look up, the sky is dark, All I feel and see in my head are words.
Is black, and lonely inside. I see nothing, and feel nothing.
Now is red, Why is that?
Have I commited a crime?
Should I run away?
I have commited many, many, mistakes.
People who did nothing but loe me are gone.
Gone and have forgotten me.
Am I here just to make people sad?
Make people crazy and unhappy?
If that's why, then why do people smile?
My skin has goose bumps.
Am still human then, if i feel something, then I must have a heart.
I wonder what's going to happen tomy soul.
What's going to happen in the future.
Inside... I wish I could be a child... Have a normal life, and remember the childhood I never had.
What is there to do, if we are still going to die.
Even if we are rich, or happy, or smart, we will always die.
Is good, I understand now.